"Fighting The Urge" PT 1
Guy x MC
The tinkling sound of girlish giggles resonates from the corner of the S-rank common room where Sherry, Violet, and Snow are perched on a settee together. The girls were recounting the events of the day, happily, while the Princes and their valets relaxed with their tea.
“...And the look on his face when she turned him down was akin to absolute shock!” Violet laughed prettily, recalling the expression on Fenn’s face earlier when they were in town.
Sherry fails to hide her amusement behind a dainty hand lifted to her mouth, adding, “Oh my! What an expression it must have been, indeed! I can almost picture it!”
Grayson approached his young mistress to offer a freshly prepared cup of tea, noting disapprovingly, “Indulgence is unbecoming of you, my Lady...”
Sherry’s cheeks pink prettily as she looks up at her valet, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ before averting her golden gaze to her lap as she takes the teacup. “...Apologies. I was caught up in the moment.”
The male nods, sparing a glance at Snow, a barely-there hint of a smile reflecting in his eyes before the look dissipates as his attention turns toward Violet. “Must you include my Mistress in your gossip, Miss Violet? She is impressionable to behavior unsuited to her status.”
“Oh...such a look could make a dragon tremble, Grayson...do lighten up. It’s just a bit recounting.” the buxom beauty retorted with a small pout.
Grayson’s brow inclined at her but said nothing, turning instead to take a seat by the window to read.
Snow leaned between her friends to speak quietly, a small smirk playing on her lips, “Sherry, I love you, so do forgive me for saying this, but Grayson needs to get laid...maybe then he won’t act like he has a stick up his ass...”
The young princess’s face flames bright red at Snow’s choice of words. Violet, on the other hand has burst into laughter, practically slipped from her seat as her body trembles in amusement. Tears of mirth form in the corners of her eyes as she waves frantically, unable to speak properly.
The commotion causes Guy to lower his tea cup, heaving a sigh of irritation. Turning his head, he calls out to the trio in a firm tone, “Creator help me...What could possible constitute such a disturbance?”
Mild annoyance tickles up Snow’s spine at the male, glaring openly in their direction. “Sorry for disturbing you...we’re just having fun. We’ll try to keep it down...” She states the second part in an attempt to calm him, and her group, as even she realized the volume of their antics.
“See to it, then...” he huffed, turning around to resume a private conversation with Jasper in more hushed tones.
“If anyone needs to get laid, it’s that man...” Violet mutters, half embarrassed, half irritated.
“...” Snow bites the edge of her bottom lip, shifting a quick glance at the back of Guy’s head, though whether to assure herself that he hadn’t overheard Violet’s comment, or because she secretly hoped he had so he might actually take such information to heart and loosen up. “He’s so uptight and moody...a good romp in the sheets would do him a world of good...” she thought to herself, not realizing the words had been spoken out loud to the pair closest to her.
“Miss Snow!...” Sherry squealed, covering her cheeks with both hands after leaving her tea abandoned on the coffee table. “How can you say such things so effortlessly?”
The raven haired girl dropped her head, shamefaced. She was less embarrassed about the words themselves than by the fact her thoughts had been heard by her innocent companion. “I’m sorry, Sher...I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
Violet draped an arm around Snow’s shoulders and drew her against her side with a cheshire grin plastered on her beautiful face, “If I hadn’t heard it for myself, I would never had believed our sweet Snow harbored thoughts the likes of Fenn...” She said it jokingly, but it made the girl in her arms cringe all the same.
“That might just be the most horrible thing you’ve ever said to me, Vi.” Snow retorted, giggling. Both joined her in laughter once more.
A heavy sigh escaped once again from across the room. Guy closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘Never a moment’s peace when those three are together...’ he intoned before rising to his feet. Jasper rose as well but remained in place when Guy held up a hand to stay the man from following him. A bow was his only response to the silent command as the Prince of Avari strode toward the girls, arms crossed over his chest. Crimson eyes narrowed but he remained quiet, a standing a few feet away from them.
“Master Guy...? Are we being too loud, still?” Violet asked, drawing both Snow and Sherry’s attention toward the man before them.
“...” Guy hummed in agreement, but his attention was focused more on the dark-haired girl in the middle. She was the last to look up at him, her cheeks sporting a pale shade of pink. ‘Curious...’ he thought silently.
Sherry smiled sheepishly, unsure how to respond, and Snow was choosing not to even meet his eyes. This only made Guy internally wonder what they had been speaking about before he interrupted them, but had the sneaking suspicion it involved him in some way.
“Snow...” Guy finally spoke, only using her name in an attempt to earn her full attention. The sound of his voice, for whatever reason, causing the girl in question’s cheek to burn brighter.
She barely met his eye before looking away again just as quickly. “Yes?” she practically squeaks before clearing her throat in an attempt to steel her resolve. ‘Did he hear us talking about him?...Oh gods, please don’t let it be so...’
“Come...” Guy commands, gesturing for her to follow him elsewhere.
Snow’s brows knit in confusion as she looks between the two girls on either side of her before returning her attention to him, “Uh...?” Despite her hesitance, she does rise from her seat and takes a single step towards Guy but paused, “Where are we going?”
“Away...”
“Away? But I was enjoying myself...” Snow pouted, glancing back at her friends, not truly wishing to leave their company yet.
“A bit too much...” Guy noted, placing a gentle hand on her lower back in an attempt to guide her away. “Your presence has been occupied by those two long enough.”
Raising a brow at him, the gentleness in his touch conflicting with the coldness of his words making Snow wonder to his meaning, yet followed his guidance away toward the settee he had previously occupied. “But...” she attempted to refute his claim, but truth was, she had, in fact, spent the last couple hours with her girl friends, mostly avoiding the guys. ‘Maybe he’s right...I should divide my time more evenly amongst everyone, to be fair.’
That thought crumbled mere moments after Guy sat down and all but pulled Snow onto his lap. Her face flamed an intense shade of red that nearly matched her eyes as she felt his arm drape around her waist, holding her to him with her back against his chest. That one arm was like a steel band holding her in place. “...!!” Snow attempted to lift herself from his lap with no luck. He held firm. “Guy!”
The male merely tightened his grip on her waist. “Cease your squirming...”
“But...! Guy! What are you-...?” Snow retorted, trying again to free herself from his lap, noticing the mixed looks the others in the room were sending her way. “Let me go...”
Guy sighed, slipping his other arm around the girl and leaned back against the sofa so he could hold her closer. His mouth was so close to her ear that when he spoke, his warm breath made her hair flutter lightly, “Relax, my Love...Just stay here with me like this for a while...”
Snow emits a soft squeak of embarrassment, not because of his choice of words, or the term of endearment, but because he was so openly restraining her on his lap in front of everyone. Embarrassment was flooding her veins to the point that her skin felt as if she were on fire and her only goal in that moment was to free herself from his grasp. “Please stop...this is too much for me...” she notes a little louder than originally intended.
“...” Guy leans in, almost nuzzling into the crook of her neck as if ignoring her words entirely. ‘She’s so cute when she’s flustered...’ he thinks before pressing his lips against the skin beneath the cascading dark locks of her hair, casting a look about the room at the others as if daring them to say anything. “Why fight it? You are mine...”
Those three little words... ‘You are mine...’ reverberate through Snow’s head like a bout of thunder that rang out too close. Heart pounding, the girl stops moving for just a brief moment. Memories of every time Guy claimed her as his own raced through her, piling atop the last... ‘You’re mine’...’You belong to me’...’Mine’... Her eye twitched as the words and thoughts flared to life the irritation that each of those moments held. Since the day she arrived, he had been claiming her as his own, giving her little to no say in the matter. Her opinions clearly mattered little to him. ‘Why would the opinions of someone like me matter to him? He’s a Prince...from a powerful kingdom...He’s used to getting whatever he wants...’
Her inner thoughts began to rise, growing louder and louder inside her. How many times had he said she was his...that she would belong to no one else...How many times had she brushed off his comments, pretending that it didn’t bother her? How many times did she bury the anger in order to keep the peace?......
“No.” Snow stated softly, but firmly, her usual gentle smile falling away completely. Her brow furrowed as she suddenly tore herself from his arms and his lap. The movement drawing the attention of all those in the room, save for Lynt, who had dozed off in his chair.
Guy sat up straight, eying the girl with an air of annoyance, “Indeed?” Even his tone dripped with a sense of impatience at her display.
“You’re damn right!” she exclaimed, pressing her fists into her hips as she rounded on him, though putting a few feet, and a coffee table between them. “You keep treating me like I’m something you can just claim, and I’ve had it. I’m a person! Not your plaything, Guy!”
Roy’s eyes widened a bit at Snow’s reaction. He, nor the others had ever seen her like this before, and it was rather surprising and out of character for the usually calm, sweet girl. Fenn wore a similar expression of shock, though it melted into one of intrigue and amusement. “My my...this is a new side of Treasure...”
Snow gave Guy a moment to respond but when all he did was stare at her and lift a perfectly sculpted brow, it only seemed to infuriate the girl further. “Ever since the beginning, you have said that I belong to you! YOU! News flash, buddy! I belong to NO ONE but MYSELF! Not you! Not Headmaster! Not Fenn, or Roy, or Lynt, or ANYONE!” By this point, her crimson eyes had narrowed dangerously at Guy, her arms flaring outward toward the group at large as her voice rose. “Claim I belong to you again, Guy Avari...” This she practically growled, “...and I swear I’ll...”
By this point, Guy had had enough of her little temper tantrum, and rose to his feet. He was nearly a full head taller than Snow, and he used that height difference to his advantage as he stared down at her in his best display of dangerous calm. His arms folded, looking down at the fuming beauty before him, “You’ll what...?”
Snow’s eyes widen a fraction, not expecting him to call her on her unspoken threat. Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was going to say. What could she possibly do to him, being as weak as she was by comparison? ‘Damn, I want to smack that look right off his stupid, gorgeous face right now...’
Guy stepped forward a single step, a move Snow mirrored by moving backward. When he noticed her momentary pause, a devilish grin tugged at the corners of his lips, noting, “You’ll do nothing...because you know, somewhere in that pretty little head of yours, that I’m right...but let us put your convictions to the test, shall we?”
Though his claims only added more fuel to the fire of her anger, his challenge had her jerking her head, face contorting into a look of confused, albeit infuriated interest. ‘What is he playing at?...’ The realization that she was, in fact, interested in what he was about to say only made her more upset, having no desire to admit it to herself, let alone to him...and especially not in front of the audience they seemed to be performing for at the moment.
Smug that his words seemed to have captured her attention, he went on, “You have made it quite plain to everyone present that you belong to no one...” At this, even Lynt had awoken by the commotion and was watching the conversation. “...Yet I’d wager even one as stubborn as you will succumb to the truth of my words when I say this...” He paused for dramatic effect before adding confidently, “You, Snow, will come to me of your own volition by week’s end to claim your absolute submission.”
Snow’s hands curled into tight fists at her sides as she glared daggers at Guy. Her fury so vivid, Tino feared she might light Guy on fire with just her eyes. “...You bastard...” she mumbled through gritted teeth. Tears were beginning to blur her vision, limbs starting to tremble as she fought to keep from lunging at Guy. Everyone in the room witnessing this encounter was stunned to silence by such a declaration, thus was unable - or more likely, unwilling - to come to her defense. Suddenly feeling far smaller than her actual height, and refusing to shed tears of frustration in front of Guy, lest he take it as a victory, the girl turned on her heel and fled the common room.
Only after the door slammed behind her from the sheer force of her running out did Violet bolt to her feet, intending to chase after her distressed friend. “...Snow...” She turned to Guy, looking every bit ready to verbally tear him a new one, but she was cut off by Fenn.
“Let her go, Letty...Treasure is in no state at current to hear words of comfort from anyone...”
Sherry peeled herself from her seat, nearly in tears as she approached Roy and Grayson. “...Will no one go after her?”
Lynt shook his head in the negative, “Fenn is correct. She needs time to calm herself.”
“But...” Sherry tried but stopped herself, only to sigh sadly, looking toward the door her friend had fled through. “...Snow.”
Roy reached out to take his sister’s hand comfortingly, giving it a gentle squeeze. “She will be alright...” He took glanced toward the door, his expression turning to one of concern briefly.
Guy rolled his shoulders and made his way toward his own chambers with Jasper following behind. Only once they were secluded from the others did Jasper choose to speak, “Master Guy...may I speak frankly with you about what just transpired?”
“...” Guy gave a vague gesture to his valet while draping himself comfortably across the sofa, his head leaning against the arm of it. “Do as you wish, Jasper...”
Bowing his head respectfully as he folds his hands behind his back, Jasper asks, “Do you believe Miss Snow will truly come to you of her own accord within the allotted timeframe?”
Guy spared the other man a glance before closing his eyes wearily, “I intend to assure such an outcome...”
“Very well, Sir...” Jasper grinned. “Do you require any assistance on my part in your endeavors?”
“Perhaps...should the need arise.” Guy agreed after a moment, then draped an arm across his eyes. In his mind, the encounter with Snow replayed in vivid detail. She was livid, yes, but the passionate way she displayed her emotions was breathtaking! He could feel both her ire and her power practically radiating off her lithe frame. She was like a tsunami...the slow build from deep within, causing such a torrential wave of anger to crash forth, and with it, brought forth damage to everything around her, whether she intended her tantrum to do so or not. The other princes may not admit it, but her declaration that she didn’t belong to anyone, going so far as to state names in her rant, likely caused pain, not to mention the distress she put her friends through. ‘...and what about me?’ he pondered to himself, ‘...Little Wonder bares her teeth at me with so little regard to my feelings, either...Ah, but she will learn her place is by my side...and soon enough, in my bed...’
After dashing out of the Common room, Snow hurried down the hallways, wiping furiously at the tears leaking from her eyes and avoiding eye contact with anyone she passed along the way. Only once she’d reached her bedroom did she fling the door open and slam it shut just as quickly. Robin startles, shrieking noisily as he bolts into the air, ready to either fight or flee, himself.
Shoulders trembled as the girl, still gripping the door handle, pressed her forehead against the wood, squeezing her eyes shut in a futile attempt to stop the flow of tears. Her free hand lifted to pound once against the wood not but a few inches away from her face in abject frustration.
“M-mistress?” Robin floated toward her cautiously, a sad sound emanating from the feline.
Snow shook her head without lifting it from the door. Words failed to form as all she could do was wallow in the ocean of frustration and self-pity. How did she allow herself to get to this point? Why had she allowed Guy to get such a rise out of her? And now all she could think was about was how smug he looked as he made such a bold statement in front of all their friends... ‘How dare he say that...How could he?’
Robin moved closer, landing upon the floor at her feet. His large eyes cast up at her with so much worry, a tiny frown upon his furry lips. “Mrrow...Mistress...” He rubbed against her legs in an attempt to comfort her.
At the feeling of her familiar’s touch, the teary-eyed girl rubbed her eyes and cheeks on the cuff of her sleeve and slowly crouched down to scoop him into her arms. Her face buried into his soft fur as she clung to him. “Robin...” The cat’s name, said in such a sad tone nearly made the feline want to cry too.
“What troubles you, Mistress? Do you wish me to bite someone for causing you pain?” Robin offered, trying hard to cheer her up.
Sniffling, Snow shook her head, placing a kiss atop her pet’s head, snuggling him close to her chest. “Thank you, Robin, but no...I’d be afraid that Guy might try to kick you if you tried to bite him...besides...he doesn’t deserve our attention...”
Robin balked at the response, “Master Guy made you cry? What happened?”
Snow merely shook her head and sighed as she carried him to her bed where she flopped against the mattress without releasing the cat. He let out a mewl of surprise when they landed but his mistress was careful to cradle him protectively. “He was being an ass...as usual...claiming I belong to him...I just...snapped.” Her fingers worked over Robin’s fur, petting and scratching his head as he lay upon her chest. Her reddened, puffy eyes started at the ceiling, unseeing, and still leaking the occasional tears as she explained, “I was tired of him constantly saying things like that with no regard to my feelings...I’m not his...if I choose to be with someone at some point while I’m here, it’s my decision...but it’s like he doesn’t care what I want...”
“Perhaps Master Guy knows not any better way to express his feelings for you, Mistress?” Robin offered, nuzzling his head into her hand and purring gently.
Snow paused her ministrations to ponder the validity of that statement as she sniffled. “...Maybe...but that doesn’t make it right, either...I mean...” Trailing off, her thoughts wandered, ‘...What if Robin is right and Guy only acts that way because he does care...and just doesn’t know how to say so, like a normal person?...’ Sighing, she finishes with a simple, “...I don’t know...”
The emotional outburst and subsequent crying wore her out, allowing her to drift off into a fitful slumber, skipping supper in the process. When she awoke the following day, she felt drained and sluggish as she walked down to breakfast. She had no interest in running into Guy again any time soon, or really anyone for that matter. Sure, her friends and the other princes had been surprised by the fight, but none had come to her aid either. ‘Maybe they didn’t know what to say...’ she reasoned, making her way through the food line in the refectory.
Though hungry, she wasn’t in the mood to eat. The only items on her tray were a bagel smeared with sky apple butter, a cup of some kind of flavored yogurt, and a cup of creamed red coffee. She scanned the room for an empty seat. Rio and Thoma were waving to her, encouraging her to join them. Heaving a resigned sigh, she began walking their way when a voice spoke up behind her.
“Miss Snow,” Jasper announced gently so as not to startle her.
“Jasper...” she replied with mild surprise. Realization had her quickly looking around the immediate area to see if Guy was nearby. The valet confirmed this when he spoke next.
“If you are searching for Master Guy, he is in the S-rank refectory this morning.” This earned a look of slight relief from Snow before he continued, “So worry not, Miss Snow. But might I say, you appear out of sorts today. Did you not sleep well?”
Snow shook her head, avoiding his gaze. She didn’t want Jasper to see just how much the previous evening’s events had affected her, but she also knew he was extremely perceptive and likely already knew before she’d even turned around. “Not really, no...Was there something you needed, Jasper?”
The man smiled politely and bowed his head, “Indeed, actually. Would you kindly accompany me? There is a matter which I would like to discuss with you, if you wouldn’t mind?”
Snow pursed her lips at the offer but nodded in agreement. After all, it wasn’t Jasper she was upset with, but his master. “Okay.”
Upon hearing her acceptance, he kindly took her tray to carry for her. Snow cast an apologetic look over her shoulder toward Rio and Thoma as she was led away by the valet. She feared he was taking her to the S-rank refectory to face Guy, but that wasn’t to be the case. He did, however, lead her to Guy’s rooms. Seeing her look of hesitation, he chuckled and held open the door for her, “As I said, Miss Snow, Master Guy is elsewhere. You may relax.”
“...Relax...yeah, that’s what he said, too...” she mumbled under her breath as she was guided to the sofa in the sitting area of the main room. Her tray was placed upon the coffee table as Jasper took one of the seat across from her. She glanced at him, as if asking if it were okay for her to eat her breakfast as they talked, to which he gestured for her to do so. After taking a sip of coffee and one spoonful of yogurt, she asked, “If this is about what happened last night, Jasper, I don’t really want to talk about it...”
“It is, but it isn’t...” he began, watching her pick at her meager food. “What transpired was difficult to witness, admittedly. Master Guy struggles with rejection, you see? Hence his not-so-gentlemanly reaction...”
“...I wasn’t exactly showing the best side of myself either...” she admitted, popping a small piece of bagel in her mouth. “He just made me so angry...I didn’t mean to blow up at him like that...it just...happened...” Her voice grew soft and remorseful.
“I understand. He, too, expressed a wish to recuperate the relationship once all was said and done...thus his request for me to speak with you this morning.” Jasper nodded.
“If he’s sorry, why not just come to me and tell me himself?” she asked, setting her coffee down.
“Something to inquire of him when next you meet, perhaps...would you care for more coffee? I happen to have a pot freshly brewed.” At her nod, he moves to retrieve the pot of coffee and refills her cup.
“Thank you, Jasper. It smells lovely.” She takes another sip, careful not to burn her lip. “Was there anything else?”
Jasper watched her finish her meal before moving to take the seat beside her. After gauging her reaction to his closeness, and finding that she didn’t recoil or shift away, he asks, “Might I be so bold as to ask...do you hate Master Guy?”
Snow frowns slightly at the question, looking down at her hands rested in her lap. After a few moments, she shakes her head. “No...I don’t hate him. I’m angry with him...but I think I’m also angry with myself, too...”
The man nods, giving her ample time to collect her thoughts in case she wished to say more. When she doesn’t, he pushes on, “And...pardon me for asking, but are you adverse to my company?”
Snow looks over at him a bit bewildered by such a question. “Obviously not, if I’m sitting here talking to you...?”
“Apologies if I have offended you. It was far from my intent.”
“Then what is your intention with such a question?”
Jasper wore his usual smile, reaching out to pat Snow’s hand reassuringly, “Curiosity in its simplest form, I assure you.” When she nods in understanding, it is time to take the instructed plan to the next level. His hand was still over her own, when he subtly wraps his fingers around hers.
Snow startles, looking down at their hands in her lap, back at his face, and back again, a look of confusion plain in her expression. “Jasper?...”
“Even one such as myself occasionally craves the comforting touch of a friend. You have been distressed of late, so I thought perhaps I could extend the comfort to you. If I am causing you discomfort, I will cease immediately...” He wore a look of concern, but as she looked in his eyes a moment later, a small smile tugs at her lips...the first she’d truly offered since the night before.
“Thank you...I didn’t realize how much I needed a friend right now.” she offered, giving his hand a small squeeze to assure him of her words.
The pair talked amicably for a while , allowing Snow to let her guard down and just relax. When a lull in conversation passed between the pair, Jasper gently lifted her hand between them and, while meeting her eyes, pressed his lips to her knuckles. This drew the girl’s attention, causing her cheeks to burn prettily. She then draws her hand back to cradle it to her chest. “Jasper....what was that for?”
Feigning innocence, he purred, “A token of appreciation, My Lady...for your company and friendship this morning.”
“Oh...” she swallowed and bit her lip, though the blush remained upon her face as she averted her eyes.
‘Lovely...it’s no wonder my Prince desires her...’ he thinks, smiling deviously at her while her attention is focused elsewhere. “I would very much like us to be closer...”
“...Closer?” she nearly whispers, glancing at the minimal space physically between their thighs as we sit a comfortable few inches apart. “You mean as friends?”
Jasper chuckles under his breath, having noticed where her eyes had wandered. Using the girl’s distraction, he leans closer to her and whispers in her ear, “Indeed, Miss Snow...I would like to be much closer to you...as friends...” He felt the shiver that coursed along her spine as his heated suggestion spilled across her ear. She gasped softly, the pink in her cheeks moving to color her ears and leaving her stumbling for words. As she makes to lean away, Jasper follows her until he is leaning over her.
“...!” Snow’s beautiful crimson eyes are wide as she looks up at the valet hovering above her. Her heart races almost painfully as she quickly examines her surroundings, looking for a way to slip out from under him and put some distance between them.
“Worry not, Miss Snow...I mean you no harm...I was merely overcome by your beauty...Might I beseech you...from one friend to another...for just one small request?” Jasper questions silkily, being extra mindful of where his hands rest as he cages her in against the sofa.
Given their positions, Snow felt trapped, and truthfully, she was. What else could she do than listen to his request? If she tried to fight him, one of them was likely to get injured. She may feel incredibly uncomfortable at the moment, but she meant what she said about not minding Jasper’s company...though admittedly it was becoming more and more apparent that she may wish to reconsider such a claim. “What do you want?” she asks, her voice coming out little more than a squeak.
“One kiss...not for power, for I do not covet it in the slightest...but for the simple, yet pleasurable experience that I regrettably lack in my life.” He proposed, his gaze lowering from her eyes to her soft lips that, currently, are parted ever so slightly.
‘A kiss?! What is with these people all wanting to kiss me?’ Snow thought in exasperation. ‘But...he said he doesn’t want my kiss for more power...just for...the experience? Is his love life so spartan that a good looking guy like him has never been kissed?’
“I...I suppose that’s fine...” she heard herself agreeing to the act under the assumption it was nothing more, and she felt a little bad for him if he had truly never been kissed. Inexperienced though she was in physical intimacy, she had shared a few kisses here and there over the years.
Jasper smiled down at her upon receiving her consent and shifted his weight so as to be able to cup the back of her neck, arching her ever so slightly to have better access. When she allowed the movement, his lips pressed to hers in a surprisingly tender kiss. His lips moved against hers, an agonizingly slow dance meant to melt her against him. It was working.
While Snow thought it would be a short, innocent kiss, a lingering peck, perhaps, she was not expecting to be seduced into a full make-out session with Jasper! Her brain screamed at her, ‘This is wrong!...I need to stop this...’ but the way his mouth moved, far too expertly to be a novice, her body cried, ‘...but it feels so very nice...’ Just as his tongue parted her lips to slip inside, Snow moaned into the kiss, soon feeling the weight of the man settling more comfortably against her. A whimper soon followed, not of discomfort but an automatic response to the unexpected pleasure she felt at feeling his warm body against her.
The valet expertly worked her mouth, delving his tongue inside, caressing and battling her own in a slow and sensual battle for dominance, purposefully trying to draw out more of those sweet mewls and moans. Only when he had her breathless and squirming did he break from her lips to nibble at her earlobe. While Snow’s skin burned with a need for more, her mind continued to remind her this moment was nothing more than an experience for him...as a friend... Jasper however was about to deliver the final blow as he whispered seductively in her ear, “Thank you, most kindly, My Lady...” He smirked to himself, adding, “You make the most beautiful sounds...I hope I get to hear them more as my Master devours you.”
Snow’s eyes widen, staring up at Jasper in shock as he grins most mischievously, lifting himself off her and straightening his attire back to it’s usual pristine appearance. Snow, feeling dizzy from the depths of his kiss, rises from the sofa and presses a hand over her racing heart. Her mouth opens to speak but words fail to form once more. Blinking rapidly for a moment, she just shakes her head to clear it, and makes her way to the door without saying goodbye. In that moment, she wasn’t sure what to say... ‘Thanks for the make out session, I’ll sing your praises to your Master?’
Sighing, she left the room to gather her things for lectures and headed to class. Her first lesson, however, who should be the teacher, buy Guy Avari, himself. A groan fell from her throat as she reluctantly trudged to her seat at the back of the room. Wishing she could just disappear in that moment, her only thought was to slouch down as much as possible and hope to the star above that Guy would have a fraction of mercy on her.
No such luck...
“Who wants to explain what this reaction signifies?” Guy asked the class at large, but his eyes were trained on the one girl in the room doing everything in her lack of power to pretend she wasn’t there. Judging by the look of confusion, shame, and ardor on her face, Jasper had accomplished his task. ‘As long as he took no further liberties with her...’ “Miss Snow...Care to answer?”
The girl winced at the sound of her own name being called and feeling far too many eyes on her in that moment. Her face burned as she shook her head.
“Pity...Perhaps you should give your assignments more intimate attention...” Guy stressed the word ‘intimate’ on purpose to make her blush deepen and drive home his claim from the night prior. “Stay after dismissal...I’ll help you.”
“...Meep!” Snow squeaked and buried her face in her hands. ‘Gods, Stars, and Creator help me...I’m so screwed...’ The rest of the lesson both dragged on and went by far too quickly all at once. Before she knew it, her classmates were filing out the door, leaving her alone with Guy.
“Come...” Guy said, though his tone wasn’t harsh, a bit impatient, perhaps.
Snow gathered her things and approached the front of the classroom where Guy stood beside the podium. She was chewing on her lip anxiously, trying to ignore the warm tingle she still felt from Jasper’s kisses just before class. “Yes?” Her voice was quiet and unsure...definitely still reflecting how awkward she was feeling.
“Did you see Jasper this morning?” he questioned, to which her eyebrows shot up beyond the fringe of her bangs, staring at him wide-eyed. He barely restrained his laugh as he continued, “I instructed him to give you a message from me.”
That reassurance seemed to calm her, though her blush was more than noticeable. “Oh...Oh yeah, he told me...” she muttered sheepishly.
“And?” he intoned, tilting his head ever so slightly, awaiting her response.
“I...” She was growing more frustrated with her recent inability to speak and it was becoming obvious in the way her nose scrunched and her brows knit together.
Stepping closer, Guy reaches out to caress her cheek and tilt her chin up so she could meet his eyes. She became enthralled fairly quickly, rendering her seemingly unable to move away. The man’s thumb brushed along her lips, making her shiver. “I know...” he stated cryptically before leaning down to ghost his lips over hers - so close she could feel his breath...it would take only the smallest effort to close the distance. “Did you enjoy yourself, my Love?” He was teasing her with his vaguely worded inuendoes, purposefully trying to stoke the flames...but which fire was he playing with? The passionate fury that started this whole situation?...Or her passionate arousal that he was jealous was stoked by his valet on his behalf?